Shoe shopping with women has got to be the single most torturing experience ever devised.

I'd rather have by finger nails ripped out by a rather miffed badger than go shoe shopping.

I'd rather drill into every bone in my body, and replace the marrow with molten nightmares that go shoe shopping.

If you take me shoe shopping I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fuelled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins you will hear the sound of children screaming--as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.

It's kinda opposite for me and my wife. I'm always trying to get her a good pair of real boots, not those paper thin, cardboard lined, no sole fashion types.

"Honey, look at these! They have a two inch thick sole with ankle support. I bet you could jump on 50 rocks with these.""No thanks, I don't like jumping."

"But what about these, they have extra arch support. I bet you could curb stomp your enemies well with that!""Shut up, I don't like shopping with you."

"Ok ok, but this one is COMPLETELY water proof. It is so sturdy you could kick a shark in the face and keep your leg in tact. Also, it would be dry.""Oh my god, I'm never going shopping with you again."

"But you'd be able to jump in rain puddles without getting wet.""Shut up and take my money!"

Zeetchmen:Not to be one to point out hypocrisy, but can you imagine the outrage over this comic if the genders were reversed?

With say a woman hanging herself in a sporting good store. Its 'funny' when a man kills himself, but I doubt the socail justice warriors here would be laughing the other way around.

No! It's not even funny when a man kills himself. In fact, it's never funny when someone kills themselves. The fact that something like that could even be deemed as being funny shows a pervasive sickness in society.

Zeetchmen:Not to be one to point out hypocrisy, but can you imagine the outrage over this comic if the genders were reversed?

With say a woman hanging herself in a sporting good store. Its 'funny' when a man kills himself, but I doubt the socail justice warriors here would be laughing the other way around.

Two things.

One: Better to save the hypocrisy card for if the genders actually are reversed and people rage over it. That makes you seem like you have perspective, whereas to point it out in this case makes you seem a bitter and confrontational buzzkill.

Two: One could point out that the basis for this joke is completely sexist against women. After all, it's working off the stereotype that women are ravenous shoe-shoppers. While a good number certainly are, there are quite a few who aren't and would find this comic annoying at the least.

Also, "Socail Justice Warriors" is my Rage Against the Machine cover band (try proofreading next time).

Ronack:You've missed the opportunity for a "WHAT'S IN THE BOX? WHAT'S IN THE BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOX?" joke :P

Maybe there wasn't enough Curiosity.

Or the joke was too Black & White.

OT: I remarked a few days ago about how my (male) best friend had a rather amusingly large number of pairs of shoes (something like 5, which I know isn't an inordinate amount, but I've only got one pair and a pair of boots).

I don't know if I could imagine that being worse than working fast food, though. EDIT: Or customer service/call centers, for that matter.

In christimas time they reserved some spaces for the husbands, boyfriends and sons spend their time while their wives went shopping. There they had, cards, sports channels, table football, female massagists (that made the women shop faster) and videogames.

The trick is to train them early. I'll drop them off, I'll pick them up, I'll even give them an extra bit of money as a "gift" to spend on what they want - but that's the limit I will engage a female when it comes to shopping for stuff.

I don't expect her to tag along to things that I want to do that she doesn't want to do and thus I will not be tagged along to things that she wants to do that I don't want to do.

I learned my lesson a long time ago to not even engage in that crazy ritual.

Weird thing about me: While my mother was an absolute shoe freak (owned well over a hundred pairs of shoes), I gave about zero shits about shoe shopping. (probably one of the many reasons why she's disappointed in me)

I just kept it simple. Go to Sketchers, find the black sneakers I like in my size, buy them, and go on in life.

Then again, maybe it's that simple for me because I rarely go shoe shopping (it's been a few years, to be honest).

Farther than stars:No! It's not even funny when a man kills himself. In fact, it's never funny when someone kills themselves. The fact that something like that could even be deemed as being funny shows a pervasive sickness in society.

So I'm not entirely sure if you are being sarcastic, but if you are, I apologize in advance. If not, then I strongly disagree with you. Anything can be used in comedy, so long as it is not designed to injure any one group of people (even then, it's technically 'ok', but is just wrong).

Obviously, this strip was not intent on mocking suicide victim's friends/families or what have you; it merely used a rather common exaggeration for comedic effect. You have every right to be offended by it, I suppose, but just because people like to joke about death does not display a 'sickness in society'.

I don't get women. Why bring men and ask for their opinion? They never cared. They looked so bored and annoyed. I felt so bad for them. I don't care for shoes myself, even though I'm a woman. I understood their pain.

Girls, don't bring your boyfriends/husbands/brothers/whatever shopping. Give them some alone time. Don't try and guilt them into paying, either. I hated seeing that. You want something, buy it your damn self with your own money. Women who joked that they had to hide the purchase from their husbands... I wanted to say "If you can't afford them, don't buy them. If you have to hide a purchase as simple as shoes from your partner, your relationship has some serious issues."

My lady understands to leave me at home wherever possible when engaging in these pursuits; when I do end up dragged along for whatever reason her patience only lasts slightly longer than mine. Life is good.

The only time I ever spent time browsing is when I was checking the bargain bin at Gamestop or the specials on Steam, and I can do it on Steam from my laptop so I only count it as my daily internet dosage. And even when I'm browsing at Gamestop I get bored quick, five minutes tops. I don't get browsing. When I go shopping I want to get in, find what I was looking for, and get out.

Daystar Clarion:Shoe shopping with women has got to be the single most torturing experience ever devised.

I'd rather have by finger nails ripped out by a rather miffed badger than go shoe shopping.

I'd rather drill into every bone in my body, and replace the marrow with molten nightmares that go shoe shopping.

If you take me shoe shopping I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fuelled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins you will hear the sound of children screaming--as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.

You worry me Daystar.

OT: Seriously, fuck shoe shopping. Whenever a friend wants to go to the shoe store I always offer an ultimatum. "Alright, but for every minute we spend in there you spend a minute in gamestop with me".

Daystar Clarion:Shoe shopping with women has got to be the single most torturing experience ever devised.

I'd rather have by finger nails ripped out by a rather miffed badger than go shoe shopping.

I'd rather drill into every bone in my body, and replace the marrow with molten nightmares that go shoe shopping.

If you take me shoe shopping I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fuelled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins you will hear the sound of children screaming--as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.

All is forgiven, after all, time heels all wounds.We all step out of line from time to time.Its a long road to go through, getting off a pun addiction. But if we buckle down we'll make it through.

...

I'm not sorry, and I'd do it again.I just can't think of any more puns...I thought I had one but I lost it...I swear I hate it when this happens...It was right on the tip of my... tongue

You too, get out, follow scorptatious, get out, out out out.

You have seven hours before I send the Punsterminator 3000 to hunt you down, it will hunt you down, and when it has finished separating the skin from your still breathing body, it will record the sounds of your agony so that they might indulge me upon its return.